It was declared by Mrs. Weasley that in two hours, the family as well as Harry and Diana would be traveling to Diagon Alley. Diana and Harry were both a bit tired, so they had gone upstairs for a bit of a rest.
"You're welcome to use my bed for now," George offered.
Diana smiled. "Thanks, I'm exhausted," Diana murmured.Once George opened the door, she seemed somewhat frightened.
"What's the matter?"
"I've been having nightmares lately," Diana replied.
"Well, I'll stay and wake you if you have a bad dream," he promised.
"Thank you so much."Diana immediately flopped down onto the bed she knew was George's. Her eyes began to slowly close.
"I. Had. Nightmare, two nights ago," Diana mumbled almost unintelligibly. "Future.... or something."
"It's alright," George sighed, plopping onto the ground. "I'll wake you up if you seem to be struggling. Don't worry, I'll be right here."Diana drifted off, seeing strange flashes. First, she saw what she assumed was her wedding. It was beautiful. The ensemble was spectacular.
Then she saw herself dancing. It wasn't the same event, because she was wearing something different.
And she saw herself about to fight. About to fight Harry,
And she saw glimpses of faces.
She woke with a start, startling George. She knew none of these people, and had never seen them before. So where did their faces come from? Was this a demigod thing? Who were these people?
"Diana. You weren't moving around, or anything at all. What did you dream about?"
Diana frowned. "I don't know. But I think I was having a.... vision," she explained. "But I don't know what it was that I saw."
"What did you see?"
"Faces," Diana replied. "But I don't know any of the people," she sighed.
"Are you alright?" George asked.
Diana nodded. "Yeah, just confused."
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The Girl Who Didn't Die
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